I guess I should get used to being on my own more when whatever activity says "No Girls Allowed."
But, I have to admit, it was a little odd last Friday night when the hubby came home from work & announced that he was putting into action a plan he had been formulating in his mind for quite some time:
The First Ever -- Boys Only -- Family Room Camp Out
After dinner, all the extra sheets in the house were located, furniture was rearranged, sleeping bags opened up, and a pile of books and movies chosen. Then a fort was constructed that pretty much encompassed the entirety of the family room. I got four kisses "goodnight," and was banished from sight.
I am either a control freak or just very curious, depending upon whom you are asking, so I sat at my upstairs desk eavesdropping working on the computer, and I could clearly hear what was going on. It was pretty cute.
I also sneaked downstairs on several occasions to spy check up on them, without being seen.
W was the first one to crash. He still likes an afternoon nap if he can get one, and he hadn't had one that day. So he didn't even make it beyond the opening credits of the movie.
The hubby was the second one out. tee hee.
N and L watched most of the movie before giving in.
Here's what I found right before I turned off the TV for them:
I did a bit more sneaking in the morning, and headed out to grab us all some Dunkin Donuts to celebrate their survival.
When I came back, all 3 kiddos were awake, but Daddy was still zonked. They were all staring at him, as if they could wake him up with the force and not get blamed for it. As soon as they saw me, they asked if they could "please come out."
I thought about saying "no" just to see how long they could be contained.